American Legendary Life

Los Angeles West Station.

Wang Dagou got out of the car and would have to go forward. This would hire a carriage in the city and get home after a long time.

"Home?" Wang Dagou standing at the door of the car was dumbfounded, and then his mouth widened, and he scratched his head cheerfully and muttered: "Yes, it's just home."

"Xiawangpo, will you leave now? Do you want to go?" The shopkeeper looked at the sky outside, it was almost dark, and it would have gone into the night.

There are bandits in the mountains, and it's even deeper in the middle of the night. In case of a few lives, it's not enough for him to earn that money.

Ding--

The two silver dollars were tossed up and then dropped, hitting together with a crisp sound that made the boss' eyes open, "Go, go now."

I found a clever boy, pulled out the best carriage, put on a cotton cushion, put two more futons on it, and the carriage went on the road.

"Guest, you have to be on your way in the middle of the night, and you are not afraid of meeting the bandits in the mountains?" The chauffeur was boring. After seeing Wang Dagou's good face, the boy asked casually.

"It's okay, if you meet the bandits, you'll run first." Wang Dagou lifted the car curtain and hung it on the shed. He glanced east and west, looking around and feeling happy everywhere.

At that time, he followed this path, following a group of old and young men who could not survive, and had no hope in the family, they walked together in a donkey cart.

The chauffeur's face was red, and it was obviously taken by Wang Dagou.

However, compared with life, embarrassment is secondary. It’s good to see others. The guy still asked more: "Don’t resist when you meet the bandits. What do you want? Don’t let people go at most. But, you This body is too strong."

If they are too strong, they may be caught by the bandit leader and caught in the mountains to make dog legs.

It was dark when I talked, and the young man was not annoyed. He walked forward when he touched the black, but he didn't get lost at all.

Sounds strange, in fact, this year is not strange at all.

I run in a place for months and months, and anyone can remember it for more than ten years.

Not to mention the road, just a few more pits on the road are all printed in my head.

On the way, I passed by a few hills with the possibility of hiding bandits. I was lucky, and there was no stubble.

In the middle of the night, Xia Wangpo was finally seen in the distance, and the half-dead old locust tree was still there.

If you look at it, it's the same as nothing.

"There aren't many people in this village now. It was also a big village at that time. There were more than two hundred--" The boy pursed his lips and couldn't say anything.

Wang Dagou didn't even hear what he said. He jumped off the carriage and walked towards the old tree.

Standing under the tree, he touched the dry and folds of the bark.

I didn't want to cry, but rather wanted to laugh, from the kind of sweet heart.

Along the way, the uneasy heart was calm and calm.

After standing for a while under the tree, Wang Dagou went down the slope. The old locust tree stood on the slope, and the village was under the slope. Most of the surnames were Wang, so he was called Xiawangpo.

Oops.

Going around the old locust tree, he walked forward, almost fell under the flash of his feet, and Wang Dagou stopped again.

Turn back and squat.

Touched by hand, the two pits the size of the palm, shallow front and deep, just like someone deliberately straightened out, "strange."

After scratching his head, Wang Dagou continued to walk down the slope, and the carriage followed.

He didn't dare to go back alone in the middle of the night. Besides, he had to bring people back!

Dazhuangzi, with more than two hundred mouths, had more than a dozen now.

The chauffeur said that all of them were old people who could not move, did not want to go, and were not afraid of dying.

Sons, daughters-in-law, some including grandchildren, the family and the old are gone.

Go, where to go?

It's been 5 years since he left until now!

His memory of his family is a little vague, but as long as he moves forward, he knows where to go, and he stands at the door of his house without fail.

The muddy wall collapsed halfway, and the grass shed above didn't know whether it was dropped into the house, or the wind was blowing away, so a few rotten wood pestles were on it.

The half door was flapping on the threshold continuously in the night breeze. The sound of "Wang Dang" was loud, and the appearance of the surrounding grass was a little dazed.

Push the door and go in.

The kang of the earthen plate, the two little legs of the little Mazar, the hooks hit by wooden wedges on the wall, and the stove of the earth plate are potholes, which he hit with stones before leaving.

It was the same as when I left, except that there was a thick layer of ash, sitting cross-legged on the kang, Wang Dagou didn’t speak, so he just sat.

The guy outside was a little sleepy. Thinking about this, there was no oil and water. The bandit certainly wouldn't come, so he leaned on the car frame to doze off.

By the time Wang Dagou came out again, the boy had fallen into the car and screamed while lying down.

After smiling for a while, Wang Dagou went to the east of the village. There was a lonely house over there, which was the place he was looking for.

When he came to the door, the door was fastened with a bolt, and it was not locked.

Wang Dagou listened, and there was no movement in the room. He raised his hand, and finally knocked on.

Wow, wow.

Two times, the house did not agree. After thinking for a while, Wang Dagou took the bolt off and pushed open the door.

Tu Kang, the board supported by the wooden stick is the table, there are two porcelain bowls on it, there is a stove with a plate of earth near the window, sweeping the view.

It seems that there are people living, "that is to say," Wang Dagou was a little excited.

But no one was there early this morning, and what about that silly brother in her family?

The girl's name is Da Niu, and she has a younger brother, Wang Gouji, and Da Ming Wang De.

At that time, his father was a teacher in the village. He was educated and had a baby son. He quickly gave him a big name.

It is a pity that when I was older, I realized that my son was so stupid.

I was stupid when I was a dad, but at that time the family was fairly wealthy, and it was no less than a mouthful of food.

Later, he fought.

The teacher is dead, the carpenter is dead, the bricklayer is dead, and the farmer is dead.

There are more than two hundred people in the village and more than one thousand people.

Then again ~www.readwn.com~ The trafficker came.

Those who can move must go, want to find a peaceful place to live honestly, and want to leave this sad place forever.

Da Niu wanted to leave at that time. At that time, Wang Dagou was unpredictable. Now I probably know that I should want to leave.

Just for the sake of Wang Gou, he stayed.

When his father died, he took the girl’s hand and kept telling her, ‘Bring your brother, take your brother, and take him wherever you go. ’

The girl remembered it, so after the trafficker said, "Go fool away," she never spoke again.

Da Niu is a man who confessed to death. When Dad let her brother take her wherever she went, she had to listen and remember that if her brother could not leave, she would not leave.

Wang Dagou didn't want to leave at first. He had a baby relationship with the girl and said that he would stay with her to take care of Wang De.

The girl didn't speak, smiled, and her eyebrows were as beautiful as the meniscus.

The next day, she signed up to Wang Dagou, and the trafficker stuffed the copper money into his hands, and he knew about it.

"What the **** do you think, Russia said that it's hungry, but it's like it's okay." I rushed to Da Niu's house and slapped the money on Kang. Wang Dagou sat on the edge and sulked.

"Come on! Money, beating the people who seem to stay in Kazakhstan and Russia, let Russia and the dog have stuttering, you can!" The girl was still laughing, or the two meniscuses.